Before going out for cocktails she takes a quick swim in the sunset. Drying in the sand, she cherishes the moment of, watching the last golden rays on her wet and sandy skin. As long as there is a long day ahead, good friends and a beautiful sunset she is completely happy. The white beaches of Lamu, Mediterranean nights at Greek Hydra or lazy living at Key West. Anywhere she goes, she seems to fit in. At the bottom of her heart she knows she is a nomad, a gypsy original. Home is where her inner urge takes her. All summer she dresses up in the colours of the sun and the beach. Warm yellow and peach with a twist of neon. Basic whites, sand, grey and cork. The colours of an Indian summer that never ends. Now the sun has set somewhere far behind the sea colouring the sky in deep red and gold. She brushes the sand of her feet, gets up and starts walking back to the beach house. The air grows full of the cheers and voices of her friends. She is at home.